“What am I even supposed to do?”
“Just come today, watch me play, and listen to what the coaches have to say. Always keep your ears open and then we’ll meet with James when we’re back home to figure out how you can best help.”
“I’ll come today. But I can’t agree on anything ’til I talk to James.”
“Okay,” he says kissing my cheek.
As our naked bodies lie together, his erection is hard underneath me. Christ, I’ve missed this. I’ve missed him and us so much. Moving my hips, I begin to rub myself against him. My * is already wet.
Reaching down, Bain stops our foreplay and guides himself inside of me. We effortlessly fit together, like two pieces of a puzzle snapping into place. Bain and I relish one another and I know that I made the right decision. What we have is more real than anything I’ve ever dreamed of. I’ve given every piece of what I am to this man. He has my heart, my future, and my trust.
Without even noticing how fast my movements are, my body begins to spiral. Then so does Bain’s. He grunts violently, holding me to him by the back of my head and says, “I love you.” Those words mixed with his pure passion and love, take me out of this universe.
The trembles from within finally stop and I stay placed, in my heaven, atop Bain, where his love exudes from him and into me.
“Come on, A, we need to shower and get going.”
Reluctantly, I get off of him and he follows right behind me.
Finally, I take my first real look around this magnificent room. It’s gorgeous. A contemporary décor in a scheme of browns and whites.
Since I’m a bit lost in the room, Bain smacks my naked ass and walks ahead of me, starting the shower.
Sitting next to Bain as we head to the workout facility, I feel nervous. What am I really supposed to say to the coaches and where do I stand? They are all going to know that I’m there because I’m his girlfriend. I don’t want anyone to think he’s not taking things seriously. Especially when I don’t know the first thing about the game. All I know is the ball is supposed to go into the damn basket.
“Thank you for coming,” he says.
“Of course, but if I’m being honest, I’m nervous.”
“Don’t be, babe.”
“But I’m your girlfriend.”
“So? You can also say you work for James. Tell them he couldn’t be here on this trip so you came to make sure things go okay. If they start to ask you a bunch of questions, then you tell them firmly they might want to ask James that.”
“Okay,” I say as he engulfs my hand, wrapping his tightly around mine.
“Can I ask you something on a serious note?”
“You know you can. I told you last night from now on I’m an open book.”
“No matter where I get drafted, are you coming?”
“Yes,” I answer right away, because I am.
“What is your gut telling you about Memphis, though?”
“Honestly, I don’t know yet. Maybe we could drive around tonight and check things out?”
“Definitely. If we have time before our flight, for sure. If not and we had to decide right now. Where would you pick?” he asks me.
“I would rather stay in New Jersey to be honest. It’s home to me. I’ve never really had a good, solid home. But right now, with Aubrey, I somewhat have that.”
“I can’t wait to buy you a house – a home. Somewhere you will always be comfortable.”
Bain puts the car in park and I look out the window, observing the massive facility. “Holy shit, this place is fucking huge.”
“Yup, now let’s go see if I can concentrate with your fine ass here.”
“You better be able to focus because you know I’ll be at all of your games.”
Returning home feels so good. I can’t even put into words how much I’ve missed New Jersey. The weather, noises, and even the people. Who would have ever thought I would’ve said that? Bain is practicing with the Nets today and deep down I’m hoping that’s where he gets drafted.
Checking the clock, I’m running right on time to meet with James. He agreed with Bain that there are definitely certain things I can help with, so he thought it would be a good idea for us to talk. Aubrey’s working – of course she fucking is, that’s all that girl does. Since coming home, I’ve barely had a chance to talk to her. I really want her to know how much I appreciate her support. It means the world to me.
Looking in the mirror, I’ve got a knee-length, black, tight dress on and a pair of heels. I want James to know that I’m taking this seriously. Before I head out, I also grab a sweater from Aubrey’s closet so I look modest, and do one last scrunch on my messy, blonde hair.
James and I are meeting at a local Italian restaurant. I guess that’s where you handle these types of things. On the drive, I get a call from Bain. “Hey you,” I answer, so happy to hear from him.
“Hey to you. I just wanted to call and wish you good luck with James.”
“Thanks, babe.”